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By Craig L. Andrews
Synopsis
Zack Hawkshaw, a veteran NSA agent, is thrust into an assignment to stop a foreign agent who has
unique mental abilities. When Zack learns that the last several years of his career
has been manipulated by shadowy elements of the intelligence community to prepare him
for such an assignment, only his sense of duty prevents him from resigning. Ironically
the mental enhancements foist upon Zack during his participation in a CIA project, although
abhorrent to him, provide him with the only way to save his recent ladylove and to stop a
sinister conspiracy.
Excerpts from the Book
Prologue
The decade before the millennium has been one of revelations on many fronts of technology,
but perhaps none leave us pondering our future more than the two mentioned in these pages.
In July 1995 the CIA declassified, and released documents disclosing its support
of research in parapsychology, which covered a period from the 70's up to 1993. On the
Nightline TV program aired on 28 November 1995 a mysterious person reported to have been
from the CIA discussed their research. The research dealt with a discipline called Remote Viewing.
Although seemingly too incredible and too enigmatic for any self-respecting government to
acknowledge, the implications point to potentially paradigm shattering changes in conventional
intelligence and military security strategy.
Nearly at the time the CIA claimed they closed out their work in remote viewing, another
potentially paradigm altering program was initiated by another branch of the government. In late
1993 the Air Force and Navy embarked on a different, but equally arcane information gathering
frontier, and although it was possibly more conventional, it still encompassed mind-blowing
objectives. Their cooperative effort focused on the development of the High-frequency Active
Auroral Research Program, otherwise noted as HAARP. The main element of HAARP is a
large radio wave transmitter, the antenna of which, covers as much as forty acres of the
earth's surface near Gakona, Alaska. The energy that this antenna will beam into
the upper atmosphere has been theorized by many scientists to be nothing less
than astronomical. Within this colossus is the potential for global weather and
communication control.
It's not unreasonable to conjecture that a foreign government or an aspiring radical
political faction might covet HAARP'S capabilities, and technical details, especially those
details complementing duplication of designs. In the same vein, it seems likely that even though
the cold war may have ended, the pre-cold war para-psychological research by our adversaries has
undoubtedly been continued with nefarious intent.
It is to the realm of the aspiring political faction that our attention should gravitate.
Without question, in such an ambitious collective, we would discover the ruthless looking for
a way to leverage their way into power. It is therefore, not inconceivable that HAARP and
remote viewing would be woven into the same web of ambitions.
Zack Hawkshaw crept cautiously up the shabby stairs toward the second floor hall of
the Lambert Building, his 9mm automatic pistol pointed skyward like an alert
attack dog, ready to hunt, ready for the expected fire-fight. It had been several
years since he had been in a touchy situation where pieces of lead could fly in
his direction. The last time he had faced bullets seeking gratification in his body
was probably during his period in the Navy Seals. Despite his refresher training
with the agency, he could feel his knees yielding like rubber.
Running through his brain, along with his self-reminder to stay focused,
was the momentary sanity check. Why in the hell did he accept a field
assignment that included bullets as an appetizer? Repeatedly ducking projectiles
from an idiot's gun wasn't exactly an intelligent career path. He was getting
too old for this crap. He shouldn't have volunteered for the assignment,
shouldn't have taken the lead up the stairs to keep Willard's head away from
the bullets so his wife and kids wouldn't have to rely on his government survivor
benefits before the parking meter of life expired.
"Zack, you want the optical cable viewer?" Willard whispered.
Zack frowned at him.
Willard added, "I knew I should have taken the lead, you hard ass."
"I'm not planning on going far," Zack whispered back.
"It's your head, partner."
Zack reached up and turned the doorknob, keeping his head as close to the
wall as he could.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
An automatic something ripped three holes in the door. The third bullet
missed Zack's arm by an inch. He snapped his arm back pressing himself tightly
against the wall. The wall safety was too late, but he hadn't been hit.
The automatic remained silent.
"I think I do want that optical cable after all," Zack said, catching
his breath. "I'm afraid this isn't going to be a walk in the park."
Willard moved back down the stairs four steps to get a small equipment
case from the other agent.
The CB radio on Zack's belt crackled. As he jerked it angrily from the
holder at his hip, and hit the button, two bullets barked through the
center of the door.
"Damn radio," Zack barked. He ducked and slid down three steps,
"Yeah, Hawkshaw here."
"This the dispatcher."
"Yeah, what do ya want?" Zack barked. "We're in the middle of a situation
here and I don't need any . . ."
"Hold on Hawkshaw, I got orders for you. They are as follows.
You are to pull yourself out of that operation immediately. You are not
to engage any armed hostile. You are to report immediately to Bill McCracken
at your office as soon as possible. Is that clear?"
"I was assigned to this operation," Zack countered. "What do you guys
have for brains?"
"The orders have been given. Is that clear?"
"Yes, that is clear," Zack cursed. It might be clear, but they could
stick it where the sun didn't shine.
"Then I'm out."
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